Rate this story I was about 6 or 7 when my mom caught me wearing some of her “things”. I had taken to trying on all of her stuff that appealled to me, starting when I was about 4 I guess. Perhaps earlier; at any rate, I had great fun trying on her silky panties, bloomers and whatnot. I didn’t really like the bras and girdles and all that; they were too rigid and just didn’t attract me. But the nylon and satin panties, bloomers, knickers and slips were a turn on, even at that young age. I would put...
